Inside, Robin still suffers from his abuse at the hands of Slade. As his mind, health, and spirit go tumbling downhill, can the others save him from his mind? Direct sequel to Haunted episode. COMPLETE!

Disclaimer: If I
actually owned Teen Titans, would I really be wasting my time writing
fanfics when I could be making millions off the original comic books?
sighif only I could.

Nighmare is just
something I came up with after watching Haunted, and was too bored
with to give up. It's pretty old, but it could fit in a lot of
places. A friend of mine typed it up and is now forcing me to post
it. Based on the newer Cartoon Network version.

Chapter One: Still
Haunted

The city slept with the
peaceful stillness of that which enveloped it. Sleep. Rest. No fires,
no robberies or break-ins. Just the night air and the stars. Nothing
showed wrong in the monitors. Robin's eyes narrowed behind the
black strip he wore as a mask. Now that he thought of it, he really
didn't need the mask. He didn't exactly need to keep who
he was a secret. Every villain knew who the Titans were, what their
powers were, and the fact that they all lived in the tower. It wasn't
like a giant building shaped like a T on an island in the middle of
the harbor was hard to miss.

But the mask stayed
anyway. It helped to tie him to his past, and likewise hide him from
it. And nothing seemed to have a problem with it as long as he was
sitting here in the tower, watching for danger. Yet, despite the
quiet tranquility that seemed to blanket the city, he felt a certain
level of unease. Like there was something there he couldn't see.

"My dear Robin,
you'll never learn, will you?"

That voice! Robin spun
the chair around, his heart skipping out of control. It couldn't
be…The room was completely empty. He narrowed his eyes again. If
something had been there, it wasn't there anymore.

Something stirred in
the corner of his eye. He jumped. Again, the room was empty and
silent. But he knew something was wrong. Usually he could hear Beast
Boy mumbling in his sleep, or the soft whir of Cyborg's charger.
There was the slightest tap on his shoulder.

"Over here,
Robin."

Robin spun around,
coming face to face with Slade right before the villain drew back his
arm and connected his fist to Robin's nose in one swift motion.

Robin jolted awake, his
heart beating madly, pounding against his ribcage like a drum. His
face was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, and his breath was
hitched like he had just run a marathon. Turning his head quickly
from side to side, he sat up, taking in his surroundings. The
monitors bore still scenes of the city they guarded, disturbed only
by the occasional wind blown paper bag rolling along the ground.
Likewise, the tower was just as quiet.

He sighed and folded
his arms over the desk, resting his head on them and forcing himself
to calm down.

It was just a dream.
He told himself. It wasn't real.

The futuristic sliding
door that led in and out of the control room opened with a hiss. He
only flinched slightly at the noise. Heavy footsteps thudded
metallically along the floor. That meant Cyborg.

"Robin, you all
right?"

Robin sat up and
nodded. Cyborg moved over next to the chair and regarded him
carefully.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," he mumbled.
"Just a nightmare was all."

"Hey man, I told
you not to try that glorfnog-shnog…gorblog…whatever that stuff
was Starfire made."

"It wasn't that."
The room was quiet for a few seconds, comforted only by the sound of
the clock in the corner.

"It was Slade again,
wasn't it?" Cyborg sighed. Reluctantly, Robin nodded. "Man, you
gotta stop these late night watch bird sessions and sleep in your own
bed. It's there for a reason. He isn't coming back."

"I can't," Robin
said, leaning back to stretch out his back. "I've just been tense
lately. Sometimes, it just happens like that."

"Yeah, well, I don't
care how it happens, just go get some sleep. All right? The city
isn't gonna blow up if you take a little break."

Robin grinned.

"I guess not. It's
just felt that way for the past couple of days."

"Well, you better
start feeling a pillow under your head or you'll have to answer to
me."

"Okay. Ten minutes.
Night Cyborg."

"Awright. Night
Robin."

Robin watched the
half-robot as he left through the sliding door before turning back to
the monitors.

"No! No! Go away! Go
away!" he cried, sitting bolt upright in bed, breathing
heavily. His legs were entangled in his bed sheets, but he was too
shaky and tired to free them. This was ridiculous. He shouldn't
have been letting it get to him. Slade was gone, dead. But he wasn't
gone from Robin's mind.

He caught his breath
and looked around his dark room. Though he couldn't see his walls,
he knew they were no longer plastered with printouts and newspaper
clippings about Slade, set up for the chance he might find a lead,
some clue as to who this man was and how to stop him. But after the
Terra incident, he'd taken them down, as his fervent obsession
diminished. Even without his face watching from every wall, he was
still there.

In the deepest
darkest corners of my mind, he thought bitterly.

Would he ever be rid of
Slade before he lost his mind to him?

And so ends Chapter 1.
R&R please.

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